There Is Nothing So Cleansing Or Reassuring

Have You Ever Had One Of Those Moments When You Know That You're Being Visited By Your Own Future? They Come So Rarely And With Little Fanfare, Those Moments. They're Not Particularly Photogenic. There's No Breach In The Clouds To Reveal The Shining City On A Hill. No Folk Dancing Children Outside Your Bus, No Production Values To Speak Of- Just A Glimpse Of Such Quotidian, Incontrovertible Truth That After The Initial Shock At The Supreme Weirdness Of It All, A Kind Of Calm Sets In. So This Is To Be My Life.

Everybody's Got Something. In The End, What Choice Does One Really Have But To Understand That Truth, To Really Take It In, And Then Shop For Groceries, Get A Haircut, Do One's Work; Get On With The Business Of One's Life. That's The Hope, Anyway.

I Am No Fun At All. In Fact, I Am Anti-fun. Not As In Anti-violence, But As In Anti-matter. I Am Not So Much Against Fun - Although I Suppose I Kind Of Am - As I Am The Opposite Of Fun. I Suck The Fun Out Of A Room. Or Perhaps I'm Just A Different Kind Of Fun; The Kind That Leaves On Bereft Of Hope; The Kind Of Fun That Ends In Tears.

Being A Stranger Was Like Being Dead, And Brought To Mind How, In A Book He Had Read That Most Folks Misunderstood One Common State: The Flip Side Of Love Is Indifference, Not Hate.

Unfortunately, There's No Greater Rhyme Or Reason As To Why It Would Be Me. And Since There Is No Answer As To Why Me, It's Not A Question I Feel Really Entitled To Ask.